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angels/losing/sleep

Saturday, March 15th, 2008

Looks like the Holy Ghost is gone
Now you’re afraid of yourself
Over your shoulder, you have to watch
Heaven fall into hell
Looks like your boat’s about to sink
So it’s time to prepare
Even the angels are losing sleep
And the sidewalks are bare

It’s like the calm before the storm
You better swim
Just like it’s cold before it’s warm
You’ll get back here again
And I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait
I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait
I’ll wait, I’ll wait till you fall from grace
It’s the calm before the storm
It’s there then it’s gone

It looks like the wall was in your head
Not your heart
Just when you think it’s figured out
Well it all falls apart

And it’s like the calm before the storm
You better swim
Just like it’s cold before it’s warm
You’ll get back here again
And I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait
I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait
I’ll wait, I’ll wait till you fall from grace
It’s the calm before the storm
It’s there then it’s gone

Looks like the Holy Ghost is gone
Looks like the Holy Ghost is gone
Looks like the wall’s in your head
Looks like the wall was in your head
Wall was in your head

I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait
I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait
I’ll wait, I’ll wait till you fall from grace
It’s the calm before the storm

And I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait
I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait
I’ll wait, I’ll wait till you fall from grace
It’s the calm before the storm
It’s there then it’s gone

automatic flowers

Wednesday, February 27th, 2008

Do do, do do do, do do, do do do do do
Do do, do do do, do do, do do do do do
Do do, do do do, do do, do do do do

And Sara thinks
She’s died here once before
She’s crazy
A pop-up book
Of flowers from grade 4
Are driving her insane

And no one knows why
She’s sad tonight
No one can help her find

Crying, crying,
She couldn’t afford the view
Crying, crying,
These automatic flowers won’t do

Do do, do do do, do do, do do do do do
Do do, do do do, do do, do do do do

Another brick
Another window frames confusion
Her garden blooms
But Sara can’t see straight
She’s drinking
Herself blind

And no one knows why
She’s stares outside
No one can help her find

Crying, crying,
She couldn’t afford the view
Crying, crying,
These automatic flowers won’t do
These automatic flowers won’t do

She’d never admit it,
She’d never consider this,
She always means better
She’s wasting all her time

Crying, crying,
She couldn’t afford the view
Crying, crying,
These automatic flowers won’t do
These automatic flowers won’t do
These automatic flowers, flowers won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do

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